Nou la

too many poems on love
let me just say

you can feel
when its real

------

working with various similar ideas:

words of love
blurred
words of truth
whirred
like words of
murmurred liberation
unjustly unheard


words of truth, of love, of justice, of liberation
a conspectus of revolution

recycle mainstream pollution
and rouse organized contribution

ablution
this is not holy
this is human

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Powell Poems 11-22-08: 3/4

i need music to live
harp violin trumpet sax piano
cello guitar symbol crash
bow beauty
exclaim
whisper
charm, convince
me
like word after word missive
to day after day live

----
are yr shoes as cold black and hard
as
yr spirit
or
can i slide myself into them, it

seems to fit
-----

yr a genius and yr
long hair guapo
i stare
across the room, you pair
yr genius to guitar
and fly, a sklar-lark
into tomarr-hark!
oh! now you know, we float along here @ Mahler show
yr face shows yr brain a glow

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symphony wisdom:
what do you love-- do it
do it again
share it
join others
punk and practice around
accept and challenge sound
rise confidence like sun
draw moon like twilight
power of and over nature
rock world ocean eternal truths
roll on crest and dip
create habitats for life, to grow, evolve, be...
patient, share, exhibit and care to know... yr not always alone

there are others who’ll add, harmonize, deepen yr tone

(StL symphony wisdom for a poet... i do not condone!)

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why this chair so ranked
special and extra thanked
we dont all wanna gotta go
for the first chair in show
where yr solo
instrument wedded wonder
never widow, you above law
need not rights nor fights nor heights
terra transcender, (from the orchestra crescendoer)
you are
high
stars
shining
twinkle
special
and yet, a wrinkle in the face of the century

-----
horses fields, open blue sky
children all together
harmony in weather
ebullient time spent
excellent !
joy is not for rent
cost: more than life for lent
joy is yr life
today is advent

----

how many lovers
brothers
are uncovered in the sweet smothers
of the orchestra
brauhmt brauhmt
then szwing szwing bells
and coowl coowl shoowl flute spells

wait
wait
she knows, you told her?
i had too, she asked me
of the truth you told her?
of comity, you and me

wait
wait
lovers, brothers
and the spies undercovers

awoken, thrown off bedsheets
ah, the music entreats
us to just go along with the song

-----

volcanos erupt
and disrupt the day

---

a volcano that erupted
disrupted the day

Heartfelt hash (walking in the dark alone is scary)

MJ
sexually assaulted, heyy

in the DRAKE, sweat down my face
made 10 puddles a mini lake

i swam in, chokin
on salt
so i thought to bottle it up
put it on sand and wave my right hand
to make something called an ocean roll, not stand
and expand
over all the land

and MJ and i
on the sandy shore, we espy
hope in a sunset
in a rising moon over eternal crest dip crest dip

gonna flip the coin see if im lucky
no dont squeak me im no rubber ducky
no pick peck puck no fuck here
no rape here
no more now
no
no
no

STOP

and what about all the women who
stuff it
those tears to puddles lakes oceans to dreams
expression of self
why be so stealth-ee
thats not health-ee
ee-yow-wow, now
how you gonna live if you force part of you to die

try, rot, crack, bend, snap, fall, crawl, beg, hurt
and cry

and find me
on the sand of the sea-ocean
looking out breathing, and free

note: Powell Poems

typed as written, not edited
spaces not correctly positioned as written, still -- hope you read and get a fill from the ink spill

Powell Poems 11-22-08: 2/4

i need to zip my pants
im in the middle of romance
im in the middle of my apartment
ones a place in time
ones a time in place
irregardless
the tock is ticking
and the skin is sticking

to the fuzz
in the carpet

----

were gonna knock out one
of yr senses
if you dont come to them
if you
dont
care for the expenses
the dollars and centses

you owe

for being able to feel from yr toe
for yr nose that know
for yr sight to allow perspectiv to grow
for yr tastebuds to glow
for yr ears to lead yr mouth to say whoa

----

so many young
hermosa mujeres al teatro...

----

que hablan las vacas?

----

isnt that extremely stupid?

-----

if zwazo’zul
were here
id drool
im a fool
unwind yr spool
into my cool
pool

----

butterfly
sunshine rays
thru branches sways
wings high not shy
sky kites
summer delights

poems from powell symphony 11-22-08 (1/4)

field.
england. spring-summer...


----

i am
a violin
play me
make love
make sound
canorous
humminglorious
to me
with me

----

a symphony
lunges and somersaults
while

smiling

----

piano notes
tunes twinkling
sweet sprinkling of light drops

----

waves
and mountains
rolling
kissing sky
rolling and rocky
grand nature
landscape
time span

their meaning needs not word
neither written nor spoken
their being
illuminates
any dull damp dark corner of confusion


-----

each significant
all important
an eye, arm
a brain, neuron
independent to extent
yet bent on
dependent days spent
wing maker breaking bounds of falling gravity

wing me queen me
bee
fly high sky try espy
hei-
gths
strengths of flying
going
knowing
each significant
all important

trumpet glory
this be lifes boundless story

----

good thing the cats
saved powell hall
so now our ears ring tall
mountain bells, momentary knells
OM OM praying
(like i waz zaying)
the cats purred the
pesos out to
mice who needed quesos
cheese please!
this is no photo booth
this is the totol truth
the cats
money meowed
internal laudable burst-transformationss
now a
canorous explanation
(symphony)
receives applause for
the application of
financiation
to make a
friday satdy nite
a ear ringing
smpyh singing delight
---

queso- cheese in Spanish
peso- Mexican dollar


* Spacing effect did not transcribe from original document to the blog--

schedule

(to you, chaotic cloth piece)--

a schedule to give chaos a rule:

if you (chaos) are going to be
this is how i can control thee

one hour slots
mental bathroom break plots

insert coffee at meeting
donut, too, to sweeten the greeting

buzz on cell phone
time to get goin'

one group mtg, then, to classes to
another activity and if you eschew

the chaos of bumper to bumper
meetings making traffic of yr day, a headache thumper
well, get smart, hectic humper
theres reasons 2 mile races dont got hurdles nor jumpers

for if you

block it out
pencil it in
mark it there
fit it here

then, your day will be a smear
of choking ears and coffee burned tongues and
too much sitting and sprinting to and from
and chewing gum
to what meaning to what end

the rule of the schedule: does not bend nor pretend nor mend
the chaos, like torn cloth pieces from too much ware, cant sew extend

(consider sew/so: cannot so extend)*

we meet on the corner, we wait at the stop, we connect with no introduction

's-your bag heavy
yeah
i sees you bendin over you know
yeah, holdin books for a paper
i see
yeah, on Lorde, Sanchez
's that what you got in there
yeah, poets, words, burning ideas


conversations need not
hello
to begin
nor
goodbye
to end

Under the Rainbow/1

nervous fear causes water inside to bubble
and exude through a tear
salt taste rolls over lips
mouths are holes for words to come out of
like worms and gophers and
fresh water springs, butterfly wings

on the flag pole a vibrant rainbow ascends
waves
shaves ribbons of pride from the skin of the free
and those
no longer hurt-ing
or at least not in this
present
moment

the gosh mosh slosh stew thats been busy a brew
now shines thru
in a tear coming out into view
coming out
in the Quad of the U
to a friend, parent, or family ear that will accept reject, break and bend
to tend to the reason, the person your ears need to lend
to
you
and her and him and
you

this is one rough poem
one exhale for the lovers cruccified with the hate nail
punctured and broken and bleeding pain

but on her face, a salty tear stain
in this moment, a liberated lesbian refrain

she is you as you are he as he is me is you is we

to AG, KG, and NC- a memory

K. Gibran "Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain our hearts. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow." The Prophet (Alfred A Knopf Publisher, 2001)

and then, to read Ginsberg to Cassady
a november missive
1947 and AG's writing,
so dismissive of KG
Ginsberg, oak
wanted under cypress shadow of Cassady

the mind keeps spinning

and i, too, howl

untitled Eros

love:
a passion
hot rain drops burning holes thru umbrellas

it pours
and makes you wet

purifies and sweeps you away
alters landscapes, changes plans

love... Eros

you and more than you


---
dedicated to AL, MJ, NG, AM and D

a body, a leaf

it was
a leaf
flirting
with ce-
ment

not
a body
following
me

half, function ?, far away feeling-- maudlin meddlings

media naranja

half a shirt, the left side with buttons
two legged dog
equation, no solution
lamp without bulb
postcard, no mail carrier
idea, no vocal ability
a missing sneaker
blind man no cane
elderly woman no street cross walker
red without blue
mother, where are you?
soldier MIA, AWOL
2 gone puzzle pieces
jazz without sax
quantitative design, no statistics

missing
looking
and incomplete
hobbling only so long
along solo road, oh
oh sentimental sigh-
sway away in Autumn day
here comes the sun,
Nina Simone does say

she remembers
why the BlueBird is far away

Recent writings/right-ings word-sightings

yr Voice

lies
revealed
involuntary
like eye lids
opening

blink
but dont be blind
speak
and truth uL find

--
(Haiti bleeds from my bones)
i exist in
a red sea
of Ayisen moun yo* blood mud

* Haitian people

--

now i know what i didnt before
rhymed the riddle and
charmed the gate keeper
tickled behind the knee
with a feather levity fun-witty wonder
wonder
how i could
fall like a fool and
get the folks to carry the spool
i, cool
weave with them
manifests all pretend
lucky, languished legend
of whatever wood-solid
solid truth i can bend
ah!
beware the care i take
when i elucidate
and with rhymes
relate and word mate
so you'll open yr gate